Single Moms’ Dirty Deal

I'm a full-time mom living abroad with my son while he goes to school.

Lately, I've started noticing something… unusual. My son's classmate, Logan Roscente, seems to have taken an interest in me.

At recent family gatherings, I'd catch him stealing glances—especially toward my chest.

This time, the event was pretty formal, so I chose a fitted black V-neck dress that showed off my curves.

Thanks to a strict skincare routine and healthy habits, I've kept a figure that turns heads—even among women half my age.

Logan's lingering looks left me with mixed feelings.

Part of me felt awkward—almost guilty—realizing a boy my son's age was staring.

But another part felt a quiet thrill. At nearly forty, it's flattering to still catch a young man's eye.

After dinner, Logan's mom, Vanessa, mentioned she had to pull a night shift. She asked if Logan could stay over.

Like me, she's a single mom. I didn't mind—it meant the boys could study together, and I was happy to help.

Back home, I took a shower and slipped into something comfortable.

Alone in my room, my mind wandered back to Logan… and the way he looked at me earlier.

A slow, warm flutter started deep inside.

It's been two years since I lost my husband in that awful car accident.

The settlement money allowed me to focus fully on motherhood, but…